One more tale from the vault. This is the last really insane one. I’ve had plenty of other experiences at events, but they are usually more mundane, never getting much crazier than a clandestine quickie against a forklift in the service corridor or a rousing game of Celebrity Strip Cards Against Humanity.
This is another one of those stories that has a postscript to the action that makes it all the better IMO. Not sure why, but I seem to have a thing for knowing what happened when others don’t.
*Shrug*
Anyhow, here it is.
I was at a con one year that had a maid cafe. I somehow pulled the short straw, and had to report for setup duty at 6AM on Saturday morning (This is the WORST shift imaginable, since you can’t stay up on Friday night.) I was assigned to help set up the maid cafe. I head to where I am supposed to be, and a friend of mine (Deacon) is there. We start setting up, and he tells me that he brought his 18 year-old sister, Elly, this year, and that she was going to be participating in the cafe. I told him that was cool, and we kept on working.